One Last Dance Under Night Skies

<|nb|> <|nb|> The moon leans low, the stars don't blink.

The air is thick, but I can't think that.

Your shadow moves your hands in flight. One last dance under this quiet

night. Feed on fire, hearts in sync. We move like waves on the

ocean spring. Dancing one last time with you under skies painted black and blue.

Spinning slow, spinning true. This is all I leave with you.

The ground hums soft with the drums deep call. Your laughter's light, it holds it

all. The night grows thin, but we hold tight.